Phoebe came into my life on Christmas Day, 2001. She had been abused by a breeder, rescued by my friend. She was sick and fearful. Phoebe never did fully recover from the terrible life she was forced to live at the hands of that breeder. But she did learn to love people, to mostly trust people. I would take her to the dog park and she would disappear, having found a convenient lap to sit in where she could be petted, usually a child’s.
Phoebe was inquisitive, adventurous. And oh so stubborn, as dachshunds are wont to be. This little girl and I clashed so often, but I know she loved me and I loved her, too. Phoebe helped me learn a great deal about myself. All valuable lessons, for sure, but some very hard. Like how impatient and short-tempered I can be.
It was because of Phoebe that I learned about clicker training, which has forever changed the way I relate to pets – and people, too. And she taught me about commitment, that you don’t give up when the going gets rough, that something good can come from something hard.
Our life together wasn’t always easy, but it was good. Thank you for the adventure, Phoebe. Kiss my boys for me.